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Post by draco abraxas malfoy on Jun 11, 2011 15:59:30 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,background-image:url(http://images2.layoutsparks.com/1/212128/vampire-blood-stained-bloody.jpg); width: 350px; height: 265px; border:3px dashed slategray; -moz-border-radius: 1em 4em; border-radius: 1em 4em; opacity: 0.9;] This part of the castle hadn't changed. Of course, it was incredibly disturbing to know that no matter how often he moved towards the potions room and arrived a few minutes late, there would be no Severus Snape to roll his eyes at him and let him get away with that without a single word against him. No, because Severus Snape was now in the year above him..or in his year...Draco wasn't entirely sure. He had to learn all of that, he supposed. But he hadn't been interested in getting to know the other boys in his year or in his house. No, his attention had been completely taken by someone else, but no one would dare to blame him for that, would they?
His feet were soft on the cold cobble stone of the dungeons as he treaded a path which had been ingrained into his memory for six years. Taking his time as he walked for there was no reason to rush. He was used to the dungeons being his area, being his kingdom. The prince of slytherin...of course, admittedly, he had never really moved all around alone either, no, he'd had the large hulking shapes of Crabbe and Goyle, one to each side, both to make him look more intimidating that his naturally slight stature actually gave him, but they weren't present at the moment.
It was almost curfew (and it was strange that the time of that was exactly the same as the time had been in his own time, back then...and that was entirely confusing) and he was heading back to the dormitory. Slowly and at his own pace, thinking back over the last few hours. Spending his time with someone who actually cared about him and who he cared about at the same time. A warm, lovely personality...Alright, so what if it was his mother? Things were confusing anyway, knowing that did not change anything in the slightest.
A slight sound behind him caught his attention and he stopped, turning around to look behind him with a slightly frown. His thoughts had been disrupted, and that was not a good thing. Draco did not enjoy the moments when his mind was suddenly not his own, when something small and insignificant interupted his otherwise flawless concentration. Because, being paranoid (since that incident) of course he would waste some of his time checking out the area around this. This time though, he just shrugged and turned back, continuing down the shadowy dungeon corridor. Alone. In the quiet and thinking. It was oddly peaceful. Because he was being paranoid. Nothing would happen to him here; the bad things hadn't even been considered yet.
TAGGED: LUCIUS WORDS: 543
NOTES: SORRY IT'S PRETTY BAD XP |
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